Lyrics:
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
Ringing up Reggie and Potts in a minute
Roll up to your ends, 9 o'clock precisely
And make sure everybody drops in a minute
Man are gonna run like fox in
forget it
(Back on the block to stay)
[ VERSE 3: Big Daddy Kane ]
Back up and give the brother room
To let poetry bloom to whom
It may concern
A vato been up all night/1
I ain’t even slide on the ice/2
Smell like a skunk burning up in my pipe/3
I can’t even lie she won’t let me down from
the nine that dressed so fine
Ten by ten, ten for the ten commandments
He was born, born, born in bethlehem
for the nine that dressed so fine
Ten by ten, ten for the ten commandments
He was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
impressed
He has his mind aligned with his future
By 9 knew he'd be a state trooper
He answered the cries of that rooster
Spent time with a 9 natural shooter
Spanish:
Y hay que darse el gusto total,
en una de esas viene el 9 llama al 13
y nos manda al 94.
English:
No 1-2-3 stream for this nightmare on Elm
you dressed in Dior
You be the kind've girl who likes finer things ofcourse
Girl give me a call
Oh seven nine tripple four eight three one four
Hey girl
the sun so bright and red?
D9 Dm6 Cdim B7
He's been up and ridin' high, but you just let the time go by,
D9
to the prison
In the middle of the night
Each and every trooper
He looked so tall and fine
All the chicks went crazy
Up in cell block number nine
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
check two
Baby run it up
Check three, check nine
They can't fuck with us
Check one, check two
Baby run it up
Check three, check nine
We a one of one
Check
check two
Baby run it up
Check three, check nine
They can't **** with us
Check one, check two
Baby run it up
Check three, check nine
We a one of one
Check
ain't duckin' shit
And I ain't dumb
Except curryin' when I ride
You ain't know what's up with me
Them car rides
They get litty
I keep nine beside me
still in cahoots with nincompoops that shootout like troops in Beirut
Pull up in a red hearse with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse
With a Coach purse
a clown show
Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe
And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th ward
All my
a sommelier
Get around town in a private Lear
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh
God's Son, never gone, never left
1.senghek a l'9lb inu sengh izd atrs.
2.a guik ifl walli mu numz afus.
3.guigh zud a tassa walli yuddr ifis.
4.injmd ura sul ittamn gh yiwis.
5.zund
five four and I'm all over you
Counting three two one and I'm having fun
Ten nine eight and I'm breaking away
I'm all dressed up and ready to play
Seven
Woah, woah, woah, why you wake me up so early
I was just resting my eyes, don't worry
Still dressed to the nines, no hurry
I'm taking the best of my time,
know, when I was seven, pickin' mud up?
When you loading shells in your gun, pick a glove up
Or pick a shirt up
Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed
and me stick and me stuck
And me murder them every time now,
Bodies be dumped off in dumpsters execution double nine style
Hey, say give it up
jump, jump, jump (everybody)
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Now Little Boy Blue is up front
With the nine millimeter, ready for
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